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"Create Your Own Adventure" by cosmicfire918
I always suspected that my Grundo had a sadistic streak. Years of serving as a commander in Dr. Sloth’s galactic marine corps will probably do that to you. But my hunch was confirmed the day Dark_breed_Hyren brought home an Adventure Generator.
I was sprawled on one of the library couches in our Neohome, reading, when the little blue guy walked in and spread a scroll of parchment across the table. He looked it up and down and nodded satisfactorily, and uncorked a bottle of ink.
Hyren never was much of a writer, preferring to let his swords do the talking, so this peaked my interest. “What are you doing?” I asked from behind my copy of Destruct-O-Match Basics—that fiendish avatar keeps eluding me.
“Making a Neoadventure,” he said, dipping his pen.
I quirked an eyebrow. “That’s new.”
“I had an idea for one,” he said as he started to write.
Sitting up, I said, “Can I play it?”
“Sure,” he said, “when it’s done.”
And he wouldn’t let me or his siblings so much as peek at it before then. For the better part of a week I tried to distract myself with reading, housework, and Frosted Uni Cookies. Lots and lots of Frosted Uni Cookies.
Finally, as I sat at the kitchen table on a rainy afternoon nibbling at a strawberry Frosted Uni Cookie and contemplating how great life was, Hyren pulled out the chair across from mine and nudged the scroll toward me.
“Okay, I think I’ve got it pretty much figured out,” he said. Glancing aside, he cleared his throat. “I, uh, could use your help with the editing. I’m not really one for prose.” He paused. “And I kind of want to submit this to the Adventure Spotlight, so it needs to look its best.”
“No problem,” I said, wiping the crumbs off my fingers to unroll the parchment.
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